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You like God more than me,
cuz he don't smell like cigarettes and beer
You like God more than me,
even though he may not really, really be real
and in a moment of weakness, you gave up and gave in,
didn't wanna bear the pain, form a new strength from within
You like God more than me,
cuz he offers a light you're otherwise too lazy to see,
You like God more than me,
cuz he make coming by true knowledge, seem easy,
with all your existential eggs now in one basket,
you perceive existence, confined to merely one of it's infinite facets
Don't sell yourself short, don't cop out,
do those around you a favor, leave your mind open,
we share a home and you see me as a hell-bound soul astray, lost, lost in the world
it's hard to accept that fundamental disrespect
You think you know, and I don't,
I also think I don't know......and that neither do you
You like God more.....
but when you think about it, he's not much different than my cigarettes and beer
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East Village Princess
02:34
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At first I hear a spritely two-second tune,
whistled with inspiration from the sun and the moon,
looking up from my shit, what do I see?,
I see the East Village Princess standing before me, lively and free
and so it seems....
That there lyes, something in her eyes, for me,
but she's a little young, she may very well not know what it could be
Pull up in front of her house and wait just like in Purple Rain,
I wanna make it with her right there on the street, but I refrain,
these two worlds, they've been apart, there's so much to say,
but we just kiss, and let the details become drawn into the light whenever they may
and now I see.....
That there lyes, something in her eyes, for me,
but she's a little young, she may very well not know what it could be
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Whoever
04:08
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I wanna take you by the hand, and walk with you through a doorway filled with light,
whoever you are
Together, we will emerge from the darkness, and our eyes will adjust and we will see,
whoever we are
And we'll glance around ready to reap, all the priceless treasures that life has to give,
whatever they are
Moments of a day in a life in it's time, on a planet in it's universe in the Infinity....
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Gotta Get You Somewhere
02:46
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I gotta get you somewhere there ain't,
no familiar bodies and eyes,
lingering around our surroundings,
so we could kiss, and fall into a blissful abyss
Hours pass so effortlessly,
when you're right there beside me,
so knowing how long it'll last between us,
but entrust, in the moment I must
My love has been in hiding for a while now, it's true,
and so I've learned to keep on taking it as it comes, with or without you,
as an unprecedented storm approaches, via the sky,
the time of you and I, shall remain embedded until I die
I gotta get you somewhere……
Hours pass….
I see a sadness creeps up on you when you're confined,
if you ain't running with your body, then you're doing it with your mind,
and it just my luck that it happens to be, me,
who's fallen for thee, just as you need to be free
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People look up at the force approaching in the sky,
it coming to lay down the true score,
our hands our tied,
I like me my thunder clouds
I dream to be one of the fortunate few,
living in the sky who,
have a face to face view,
of thunder clouds
C'mon and hold, someone special, beneath thunder clouds
The sky is sunny with clouds shaped like bunnies,
but there is dark, dramatic side, and this way it comes,
it's fucking awesome
I like me my thunder clouds
I feel so achingly near with a calm in my heart,
every time they show up,
I don't know if it's God, or what
I like me my thunder clouds
C'mon and hold, someone special, beneath thunder clouds
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Bob Dylan's Dream
06:50
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Google it.
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Bittersweet Grand Street
03:42
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Artery streaming with cars, potential stars trapping in bars,
on Grand St, bittersweet, Grand St., so bittersweet
Not so distant memorie of a true love, haunting both side of my window above,
Grand St., bittersweet, Grand St., so bittersweet
The inspiring skyline down the street,
with that girl on my arm, moments I felt complete,
and the delis we could walk in for 7/24,
no, I never lived somewhere so, comfy before
Thinking we're the kings when we may be the pawns, while floating in purgatory on,
Grand St., bittersweet, Grand St., so bittersweet
The score of stand out-folk are no more, no walking through that plagued neighb seems like a chore......but I'll always fells so deeply for,
Grand St., bittersweet, Grand St., so bittersweet
Truly a tremendous treat to have a front row seat,
taking so many memories I'll always hold to keep,
so don't get me wrong, we had ourselves a good time,
that place staking claim to a big part of this heart of mine
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I see, that we, finally, got some covering clouds,
who came along, to help chill things out,
my beloved cat laps water from my glass,
a song I've just got really into, sweetly kicks my ass,
i dreamt I finally got to express my thoughts after flippin the calender 2 times,
to your face, and off of my mind,
certain this has been far easier on you than I,
i've kept my distance, i didn't want to be that guy,
and i've got some pride
last week i wrote you, using a keyboard, i don't know why,
i brought you up to speed on the methods i've been using to fill my days,
all the words could be condensed into one......"hi",
i close my eyes
you wrote back using restraint, and capital letters,
relieved to hear from me and that I'd been doing better,
still remaining confident in the choice that you had made,
i wrote back, basically saying, "okay",
there i sat, picturing you typing those words, it was to much,
with the wound reopened i picked up my keys, turned the doorknob and got a 40 and a dutch,
we all have our crutch.
i love you and you caused me to suffer for it,
i love you, and i know what love is
i BELIEVE……….finding love is one of the few blessings that you need to receive,
and have, i envision what we could've had,
that's what makes me sad-ness, settle down upon me,
if i wasn't messed up, and if i didn't mess up,
projection from the now, is a fallacy anyhow
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Lost Days
03:33
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Lost days.....
He finds himself, flirting with oblivion,
and no one's there to turn in the opposite direction,
or to give him the proper affection,
or to drag him away,
that's how you get your...
Lost Days....
He spends a healthy percentage of his hard-earned on drink and smoke,
he's the living embodiment of the fact that there's a part of us all that's totally broke,
there ain't no such thing as "normal" folk,
it cold be anyone down that alleyway,
passing away, a....
Lost Day......
He's asks himself, "why do I come here? why do I do these things, with total disregard for what the future may bring?",
it's a song of destruction that he sings,
it's the gift of life itself that he betrays,
indulging in his....
Lost Days.....
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Always, without fail, Always without fail
I'll make it home tonite, through the tunnels of trees with their rustling leaves,
under the ancient sky, tonite
My commandments, with be the conclusion of, my own, conscience alone,
folks keep talking, fates all being the same, desperate for answers, making crazed claims
Always, always……….without fail, always without fail
I'll look out onto the skyline of my mind, and find, those landmark women of mine,
standing tall, standing strong, standing the test of time
Recalling that night when I had to carry you,
no, you couldn't make it, it was just before they buried you,
Well I'm here for you now, just as I was there for you then,
I'll be in my body if ever you need me again
Always, always…….without fail,
I'll make it home tonite, through the tunnels of trees with their rustling leaves,
under the ancient sky, tonite
Always, without fail
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Hands Calloused
05:28
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Hands calloused and worn,
clothing faded and slightly torn...
And he's self-forced from sleep well unfinished,
and out into the visibly endless predawn streets,
submerged in freezing air accompanied by spiteful winds
It's against all of which he must mount, and venture forth to the place his no. 1`deed is in need of being done,
and just beyond that and all the obstacles, there lyes a truth waiting to be won
The righteousness of his youth has taken a back seat,
turns out it's not so simple getting the ideal and the real to meet,
but that righteousness is anything but obsolete,
it's just, the time has come for something a bit more concrete,
With a somewhat slumping, yet strong, sturdy heart,
he feels just how the past, it never, it never stops,
and knowing that's he's gotta constantly restart,
body's worked stupid, he's trying to keep the mind sharp
It's against all of which he must mount, and venture forth to the place his no. 1`deed is in need of being done,
and just beyond that and all the obstacles, there lyes a truth waiting to be won
there's a perfect day, everyday, waiting to be won
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